This is just another chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out the earlier chapters. I hope you enjoy.
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My hard cock ached as I watched Vivian masturbate on that videotape, unaware of the cameras I had placed earlier in my office. I stared, mesmerized, watching her hand slide that vibrator in and out of her sweet, tight, wet pussy.
Her stocking-clad legs spread wide, one leg hung seductively over the arm of my chair, all looked so inviting. I shuddered as I watched her dip the mouthpiece of my phone in her pussy juices.
I wanted to take my cock out of the confinement of my pants and jack off but today I had other plans. Today, now, was time for Phase 2. If only I could pull it off.
I rewound the tape and synched it to where Vivian spread her thighs and draped a leg over the arm of my chair, her skirt raised and vibrator in hand. I hit the "STOP" button and closed my closet door. I walked over to my desk and picked up the phone.
Mmmmm, I could smell her juices on the mouthpiece. I couldn't help myself. I gave that phone a little flick of my tongue. She tasted like heaven and my cock pulsed, throbbed to be released.
I dialed her extension and she picked up. "Yes Sir?" she said apprehensively.
I took a deep breath and did my best to fake a professional demeanor. "Ms. Anderson," I began earnestly. "I need to see you in my office. Now please."
"Yes Sir," she replied and hung up the phone. I stood at my desk, my erection pointing out obscenely against my loose pants. Some quick adjusting and my cock pressed flat, pointing up, against my belly.
Two seconds later, I heard a knock on my door. "Enter," I said, as authoritatively as I could muster with a raging hard on pulsing against my loins.
She opened the door and slowly, timidly, entered my office. It was in here, only a few minutes ago, where she put on her bawdy display for my cameras. "Please, come in. Close the door," I said.
Oh, she looked incredible. She wore a bulky jacket over her gray cotton blouse. The long dark, wool skirt matched her jacket. Vivian's hair was up, her make-up subdued and simple behind those glasses. She was as plain as every other day but only I knew what was underneath that exterior.
She stood motionless just inside my door, looking down at her shoes, her hands behind her, together at the small of her back. I wanted to jump her right then and there, but I first had to play out my little game.
"Ms. Anderson," I began, "do you know why I asked you into my office?" My eyes moved slowly, deliberately over her well hidden body.
She looked at me with doe eyes behind those glasses. Sheepishly, she looked down at her shoes again, averting my stare and said, "No sir. Is it about that file from the other day?"
Sternly, I replied, "No, Ms. Anderson. It is not about the file. Are you aware that there has been some thievery here, in this office?"
She looked up at me, confused, and shook her head no. I smiled slyly but immediately feigned consternation again.
"Well, Ms. Anderson, those thefts have forced me to install surveillance cameras here in my office. And, do you know what I saw on those cameras today after I came back from lunch?"
Her eyes widened in horror and shock behind those glasses, her pouty, soft lips, parted slightly as she inhaled sharply. She stood silent, holding her breadth, waiting for me to begin yelling.
I walked quickly towards my closet door. Flinging the door open for added dramatic effect, I showed her the monitor. "I saw this," I said angrily as I pushed "PLAY."
Vivian watched in humiliation as the tape showed her moving the thin garment of her g-string from her pussy and lowering the vibrator between her gorgeous thighs. We both looked on in silence, my lust building, boiling over. She was embarrassed and flushed.
She looked back down at the floor, her hands behind her back, shaking slightly, and stuttered, "I'm ..., I'm, ugh, I'm sorry Sir. I don't know what to say, Sir."
I loved watching her like this. She was ashamed, embarrassed, vulnerable, exposed, and still slightly aroused from a few minutes ago. And so Damn sexy! The power I felt over that young, sexy girl at that instant was overwhelming.
"What am I supposed to do about this, Ms. Anderson?" I asked sharply. She said nothing, only continued looking at her shoes.
"You've been a very bad girl, young lady." I almost could not get the words out of my mouth. My heart pounded in my chest, my mouth was dry and my cock throbbed, aching for relief and gratification, aching for this young girl.
She looked up at me silently. "You should be punished," I said, again the words almost stuck in my mouth. So clichéd yet so incredibly arousing. My cock felt like it would explode in my lap, the heat from my lust unbearable, scalding my belly through my erection.
I slowly moved over to my office door and locked it behind her. I could smell her perfume and her arousal from earlier at lunch, the remnants still on her long, woolen skirt.
I walked painstakingly slowly to the side of my desk. I sat on the corner and faced her as she stood silently, submissively in the center of my office. My eyes again moved slowly over her covered body.
'No,' I told myself. 'No evidence of what treasures hide beneath those drab clothes.' "What are we going to do about this?" I repeated.
My cock ached for her. My mouth was as dry as a desert as she stood passively in front of me. My eyes moved slowly, deliberately over her body. "You looked good in the video." I could barely get the words out.
She stood motionless, her hands behind her back, looking down at the carpeting. "Let me see those stockings again," I said huskily, my voice cracking. Vivian never looked up. She merely reached down, stooped forward, grabbed the hem of her long skirt, and lifted it up to mid-thigh.
The fluorescent light of my office made the silk in her stockings shimmer. Her soft, sexy legs looked electrically charged, the shear material glowing sensuously under the harsh glare. My eyes drank in every curve.
"Very nice legs," I managed to mutter through my lust. "I liked the way you spread them in my chair."
She still said nothing but remained motionless, holding her skirt up on her thighs for my benefit. Why I said this, I do not know, but somehow the words, "What do you say after a compliment?" came out of my dry mouth.
With her head down passively, her eyes glued to the carpet, very quietly I heard her obediently say, "Thank you, Sir."
Her voice was soft, demure and sensuous all at once. My cock throbbed and my balls swelled. "Take off that skirt for me," I ordered through my lust.
Vivian gently dropped the hem and twisted to her side. With one hand she unbuttoned her skirt and with the the other she slid down the zipper. The loose, heavy skirt crumpled to her feet.
She held her arms at her side, head down. She looked incredible in her loose jacket, that boring cotton blouse underneath, standing in front of me in those thigh high, black silk stockings in medium high black heels.
"Now, Ms. Anderson, the jacket," I continued. I watched as she obeyed. First one arm, then the other, she let the oversized jacket slide off her shoulders and crumple next to her skirt.
Even in that oversized blouse, her stiff nipples were clearly visible through the thick cotton fabric. My eyes moved slowly down her body. Her blouse hung below her hips and bottom, exposing only a hint of bare thigh and then those incredible silk stocking covered legs.
I wanted this young girl, Vandon69, Vivian Anderson. I wanted to do every dirty, filthy urge I've ever had with her, but all I could manage to say was, "The blouse."
I watched as her fingers began undoing the buttons. First the top. Slowly, like a glacier melting, more and more buttons opened until finally the glorious chasm of her cleavage became visible.
I could only watch, speechless, as she opened another and another button until finally her blouse was open completely. She undid one then the other sleeve and slowly slid her top off, dropping it with her other clothes.
She was a vision, standing there in front of me. Her pictures on that website did not do her body justice.
Her hips were nice and round, with the waistband of the g-string resting high on top, at the very apex of those curves. The thin patch of shear fabric barely covered her sweet pussy.
My eyes however, were drawn to her magnificent breasts. They were big, so much bigger than her pictures showed. Big, round, heavy, full, that shear bra strained under the weight of her enormous chest.
